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soracities · 1 year
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Turning a Powerful Black Hole Collision into a Beautiful Symphony
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(phys.org)
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Jōichi Hoshi, The Milky Way Rhapsody (1970)
Sonification of the Cosmic Cliffs in the Carina Nebula, captured by NASA’s Webb Telescope (sound on).
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Laura Gilpin, "A Toast to the Alchemists", The Hocus Pocus of the Universe
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warmgreytail · 5 months
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aine-lasagna · 7 months
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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years
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In light of a certain new fic, I have a Very important question for you. What would Dan and Blair's wedding playlist consist of?
*cackling like a villian* muahahahhaaha I love this question bc it's not only a chance to rec more songs to you and push my taste on all you lovely followers, but it involves some very granular meta soul searching which greatly appeals to me. I am not going to do one of my full unhinged playlists but I will share a few links :)
I think Blair and Dan are def band people over DJ people, so they would opt for live music with a band that can play all the crowd pleasers. Blair obviously loves herself the standards, and so does Dan, for all his punk hipster tendencies, so there's lots of slow dances to be had. The following are selections that I believe the two of them would categorize as must-plays (to both their tastes), which would show up alongside the required reading for every wedding setlist : Whitney Houston, Beatles, Hall and Oates' "Making My Dreams Come True," and "Love on Top" plus Nate's pleas for more bangers
these are curated from the show itself, my Dair & Dan & Blair playlists, plus my personal "Standards to Yearn to," Post Modern Jukebox, and "Good Covers" playlists - I opted for lots of covers because that capture the wedding band vibe to me
This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox
Dreams - The Cranberries
Dancing on My Own - as performed by Morgan James
All the Things You Are - Ella Fitzgerald
Call On Me - Big Brother & the Holding Company
Never My Love - as performed by Jakob Dylan and Norah Jones
Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen
Tumbling Dice - as performed by The Gaslight Anthem
Dancing in the Dark - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox
Till There Was You - as performed by Peggy Lee
Thank You - Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats
Still Into You - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox
Songbird - as performed by Eva Cassidy
The Nearness of You - as performed by Morgan James
Time after Time - Cyndi Lauper (DUH)
Like Someone in Love - Chet Baker
Oh Me Oh My (I'm a Fool for You) - Aretha Franklin
What I Need - Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats
I Only Have Eyes for You - as performed by Scott Bradlee's Post Modern Jukebox
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rulesforthedance · 1 year
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Peak self-caricature moment of my race yesterday was temporarily digging myself out of a hole circa mile 18 by reciting Mary Oliver's "When Death Comes" in my head
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banannabethchase · 2 years
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Watching episode 2x21 of How I Met Your Mother, where everything starts to get unfathomably fucked up during the day-of preparation of Lily and Marshall's wedding, and, when I first watched it, I thought it was hilarious exaggeration for the sake of comedy.
It's not. This is how the day of works, but it goes even worse.
Off the top of my head, these are the massive problems that happened. I had 10 people no-call no-show who had originally RSVP'd yes, the old school fire truck that was meant to be the centerpiece of the wedding pictures got vandalized two weeks before the ceremony and STILL isn't back at the venue, it rained the day of after weeks of clear sky forecasts, my mom forgot my dad's fire helmet so she was gone for the last 3 hours before the ceremony started, one of the groomsmen and the best man bailed within a week of the wedding, somebody forgot to bring the table place cards and couldn't find them when I told them exactly where they were, my photographer cancelled and sent his assistant and gave me less than a week's notice, my maid of honor kept forgetting the music cues, one of my bridesmaid's bailed ten minutes into the dinner after throwing up three times before and after the ceremony, and my sister and her family (aka a groomsman, bridesmaid, junior bridesmaid, ring bearer, and flower girl) all took off the second dinner was done and didn't wait until the special Auntie Sara/Nieces dance. Oh, and the replacement photographer was terrible at his job, so, three weeks later, when I got the pictures back, they were worse than the shots we'd take on our 2009 Nokia digital cameras during pitch black sleepovers.
Edit: Also, my cousin announced her pregnancy to our extended family at the wedding. That's like the biggest wedding guest sin in history.
It was amazing and J and I got married and had the perfect moments we'd dreamed of, but the big parts of it profoundly tanked. You can't account for other people being disappointments.
So yeah. No matter how carefully and meticulously planned your wedding is, everything will go hideously wrong in ways that will break your heart. If I can recommend anything, hold a small ceremony and informal party, or elope. Don't do the big wedding, even if the big wedding doesn't feel big because it's under 70 people. It's still big. The planning is big and the chaos is big and, thus, the problems are ginormouse.
tl;dr, no matter how exaggerated you think sitcom wedding issues are, they don't compare to the chaos of real life.
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sansaorgana · 20 days
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— THROWN TO THE WOLVES (II)
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PART ONE || PART THREE || PART FOUR PART FIVE || PART SIX || PART SEVEN PART EIGHT
PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Atreides!OC
SUMMARY — Giedi Prime's new na-baroness has a difficult time adjusting to her new life and her psychotic husband's ways. She has to find a strategy to survive amongst the rough and dangerous Harkonnens.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — It’s written as an usual x Reader fic without describing anything about the Reader’s looks but I still classified it as an OC as well since she is Paul Atreides' half-sister. I want to thank everyone reading and commenting under my previous part because I honestly didn't expect so many notes. 💝🥺 I haven't been this excited about my own fanfic in a long time... 🤣 I can't wait to write more parts as my abandoned thesis cries in the corner... 😁 I decided not to write actual smut scenes because I'm more focused on the plot here and there are many amazing writers in the fandom already writing incredible Feyd smut like I would never be able to! 😌
WARNINGS — arranged marriage, mentions of sexual activities including non/dub-con (no actual smut), blood, violent behaviour, mentions of planned and scientifical breeding
WORD COUNT — 5,900
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
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THROWN TO THE WOLVES (II)
Every ceremony in the Harkonnen family was celebrated with violence and unrestrained displays of power. You were sitting by the long table on a huge black chair and feeling as detached from the surrounding reality as you could. It had to be a defensive mechanism of your brain to get numbed at the sight of strong warriors showing off in the middle of the room. Slaughtering each other for fun in your honour. Each time one of them would slay his enemy, he would raise his blade and face you and your new husband.
This was not how your wedding party was supposed to look like. You were supposed to get married on your grandparent’s planet where it was warm and sunny, people were well-mannered and men were not brutes.
Feyd-Rautha was sitting beside you in a lazy manner, with his legs thrown on the armrest and he was clapping his hands at every violent act in front of his eyes. He found it amusing and you had a feeling that the fact you did not was making it even more enjoyable for him.
There was food all around you. Deliciously looking food, you had to admit. But you couldn’t force yourself to eat much of it. Feyd noticed that your plate was still full.
“My little wife should eat more,” he leaned in to whisper to you, “she will need her strength later.”
It made your stomach twist but you didn’t react to his words, pretending you didn’t hear them. You raised your hand to rub your face and winced at how sticky it still was from his saliva.
When Baron Harkonnen had announced you as husband and wife, Feyd kissed you in front of all the cheering guests. But it wasn’t an ordinary kiss. He clashed his teeth with yours and devoured you, making you breathless. And then he licked your face to clean it from his servant’s blood that he had previously splashed on you.
You still felt disgusted and humiliated at the memory of him licking your face in the most vulgar manner in front of so many people, including his family members. They didn’t even flinch and he smirked at you maliciously later. You were his wife now. You were his pet. You were a Harkonnen.
A loud, animalistic yell made you flinch and finally come back to reality. A huge warrior was standing right in front of you, showing off his bloody blade as he was letting out a triumphant scream. You moved uncomfortably in your seat.
“He won,” Feyd told you. “You should accept his gift.”
You stood up on shaky legs and everyone looked at you. You were the only person in the room who was wearing white – well, with blood splashed all over it – and you were the only person with pigment in your skin and with hair. Your maids were not invited inside. You felt like a freak in the circus, not a bride on her wedding day.
You reached out your hands and the huge warrior placed his bloody blade in your hands as he bowed down.
Since you became the na-baroness a few hours earlier, suddenly everyone started to bow down in front of you.
“Thank you,” you didn’t know what you were supposed to say. While studying Harkonnens customs as a teenage girl, you hadn’t been paying much attention to the wedding traditions. You couldn’t suspect you’d be sent to Giedi Prime to get married.
And after finding out about the arrangement between your families, you couldn’t even hold a book about the Harkonnens without having an anxiety attack. So, no, you hadn’t been well educated in that particular matter.
“For my na-baroness I will shed the blood of my enemies,” the man told you and you swallowed thickly. People around you cheered and you sat down, still holding the blade in your hands. It was ruining your dress even further but at this point you didn’t care anymore. The dress was a symbol of what would happen to you, too.
Feyd nodded his head at one of the guards standing behind him and the man approached you to take the blade away from you.
“It’s mine,” you protested. “It’s my gift,” you clutched its handle.
“It will be placed in a secured place, my Lady,” the guard told you and easily took it from your hands as if you had no strength in your arms at all. Then he turned around and walked away with it.
“You don’t want me to own a weapon,” you looked at Feyd angrily.
“My pet is not only pretty but also funny,” he chuckled. You hated how he’d address you as if you were not in front of him. “You think I’m scared of a blade in your delicate little hands? I’d break the blade and you before you’d raise it,” he threatened as his eyes darkened.
You believed him.
To avoid looking at him, you finally decided to force yourself to eat something. On your plate there was still a piece of the black wedding cake with blood red filling. It was almost funny how this family was fixated on the idea to make everything so dark and violent. The cake was delicious, though.
You didn’t like the way Feyd was looking at you while you were eating it. You straightened yourself and slowed down your wrists’ movements even more while you were cutting small pieces to dig a fork in them and put them in your mouth. It seemed to amuse him how dignified you were.
He reached for one of the small, curved knives he was keeping with himself at all times and he started to play with it out of boredom. Now, when the fighting ended, he had nothing to look at except for his bride. You watched from the corner of your eye as his fingertip balanced on the edge of the knife and he observed you like a snake.
You finished the cake and one of the servants hurried to your side to take the plate away and bring you a new one.
“Would you like to try something else, my Lady?” She asked.
“A steak with vegetables, please,” you pointed at one of the dishes.
“Yes, my Lady,” she bowed down and went away to bring you a portion.
When she placed the full plate in front of you, the familiar medic approached your husband and whispered something to his ear. You got nervous all over again.
“Soon,” Feyd told him. “Let my new pet gain strength first. My uncle says I can’t break her,” he chuckled contemptuously and you stopped being hungry.
You put down the fork loudly and pushed the plate away ostentatiously. Feyd squinted his eyes and placed both of his legs on the floor angrily as he grabbed your arm and made you look at him.
“You want to play like that, spoiled brat?” He asked and stood up, pulling you with him like a rag doll. “Well, I’ve tried to be nice,” he hissed out and nodded at the servant girl again. “Prepare her,” he told her and then he let you go and walked out of the room.
You knew what was coming. You looked around, scared, looking for any friendly face but there was none. They all looked the same and they all did not care. You laid your eyes on the Baron for a while but he only smirked and nodded his head.
The servant girl and the medic walked you out of the room.
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You were taken upstairs to a huge bedroom that was in the nicer part of the fortress. A few other female servants were waiting for you there already.
“Na-baroness,” one of them stepped out and bowed down, “this is na-baron’s bedroom,” she informed you and you looked around. It was huge with black furniture and no decorations whatsoever. There were narrow windows but he also had access to a balcony with a view of the courtyard. 
Inside the bedroom there were three pairs of doors. One you had just crossed. You pointed at another one.
“Bathroom?” you asked and the girl nodded.
“Na-baron’s personal bathroom,” she said and then she pointed at another door, “Na-baroness’ bedroom.”
“My bedroom is connected to his?” You asked, trying to hide your annoyance.
The girl nodded and waved at you to follow her. When she was opening the door in front of you, you noticed that the door could be opened from both sides but they could be locked only from Feyd’s.
Your bedroom mirrored his but it did not have a balcony and it was clumsily decorated as if someone had desperately tried to make it look nice for a noble woman but had no idea how to. You had your own bathroom, too.
At this point you were surprised that you had your own pair of doors to leave the room straight to the fortress’ corridor without having to walk through your husband’s bedroom first.
“The guards are there all the time, my Lady,” the medic commented when he noticed you staring at the door leading out of your bedroom.
“Thank you for letting me know,” you smiled sarcastically at him. “Now I surely feel safer.”
“Let’s go back now, my Lady,” the servant girl pointed at the door leading back to Feyd’s bedroom. You sighed and followed her there.
Other servant girls started to undress you and remove all the pearls from your hair. You expected them to put some sort of a robe on your body but they left you naked.
You tried to cover your breasts when you heard the door opening and Feyd walked inside.
He was still wearing his black leather uniform that he had on at your wedding. He froze for a second and smiled viciously at the sight of you. Your heart sinked in your chest.
“As I have informed you this morning, my Lord,” the medic bowed down in front of him, “she is a virgin.”
It had been expected from you to be one but the word had never sounded so filthy to you. It was because Feyd’s eyes sparkled at the word and you wished to die before he’d touch you.
“But she is not prepared yet to give you an heir. I need more time with her,” the medic added.
“I have to consummate the marriage,” Feyd gave him an angry look.
“Of course, na-baron… I did not insinuate that…” the medic gasped, scared of his reaction. “I have this for na-baroness…” he reached out to his pocket and placed a black box on Feyd’s desk. “Na-baroness should take one pill when you’re finished with her, my Lord.”
“What is it?” you asked, reminding them of your presence.
“It is to avoid you getting pregnant, my Lady.”
“I thought you wanted me to…” you were confused.
“Not yet, my Lady. I need to run more tests and inject more substances. The child you’d give na-baron now would be useless,” the medic informed you. “I will tell you when it’s time to conceive,” he added and bowed down one more time before leaving the room. The servant girls followed him quietly and left you alone with Feyd.
He was circling around you like a shark around his prey, watching you from all the angles. At some point he rapidly approached you and pushed your hands away from your breasts but then he stepped back to keep walking around you with a smirk.
“Not so much of a big mouth now, are you?” He asked you as he stopped in front of you and crossed his arms.
You didn’t know what to do. That question angered you and made you want to talk back. But at this point you had already known that he seemed to be turned on even more when you were talking back. So you remained silent.
It was no time to play little mind games. It was time to survive.
“Come here,” he ordered and you approached him on shaky legs. Your whole body was trembling but the room wasn’t cold. It was all fear.
Feyd leaned into the crook of your neck. You felt his nose sliding on your skin up and down as he was breathing in your scent. After a while he added his tongue and then he bit you. You winced but tried not to make a sound.
“You’re beautiful,” he confessed suddenly as he took a step back to look at your face again. You were quite shocked at that confession. “Women looking like you are rare on Giedi Prime,” he pointed out.
But in his eyes there was no gentleness nor sympathy. When Feyd-Rautha was calling you beautiful he didn’t mean it in a romantic way of a suitor. You were a new, exciting toy; something exotic. Perhaps something he had not had before. Not a noble woman looking like you, certainly.
“By the way,” he smirked as he took a step closer and the leather of his uniform felt rough on your naked skin, “you can scream all you want but the walls of this room are soundproof.”
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Previous night was not a consistent memory. It was a mosaic made of puzzles – a mix of physical pain, emotional numbness, surprising pleasure you would never admit, moments of detachment from reality that made the whole experience more bearable. You remembered that you had taken one of the pills from the black box. Feyd himself had handed it to you. Your legs hadn’t been able to walk.
When you woke up in the morning, the first thing you felt was pain. Everything hurt – your skin, your muscles, your head, your pride. You feared opening your eyes and seeing all the bruises on your skin.
To say Feyd had been brutal would be an understatement. He had been like a primal animal with the unmatched raw energy that for a long time seemed to never end. You couldn’t count all the positions in which he had taken you, all the bites he had left on your skin, all the times you had almost passed out from his hand wrapped around your throat. And – which you didn’t want to admit – how many times you had experienced pleasure that made you doubt if you were a proper, noble woman.
It was the sound of a soft giggle that made you open your eyes, curious to see who dared to enter your husband’s chamber.
To your surprise, three of his pets were in bed with you. Feyd was not there and you were surrounded by his cannibalistic lovers. You swallowed thickly and tried to move away but they giggled and began to caress your bruised and aching body with their fingertips. They were surprisingly soft but you expected them to bite any moment.
“Go away,” you said but they only laughed.
“Master’s new pet must be so exhausted,” one of them teased. “Let us help you with that,” her hand disappeared between your legs and you sat up to get away.
“Go away,” you almost begged. You didn’t want them there, you were afraid of them even more than you were of Feyd. You were too sore to be touched between your legs and you were scared of what would happen if Feyd finds you like this.
What if he would consider it as cheating? Would he punish you? 
If last night had been a casual marital duty, you didn’t want to know what punishment was for him.
“Why don’t you like us?” One of the women pouted. “We are Master’s pets, we can have fun together!”
“I am not one of you,” you hissed at her angrily.
“Oh,” her face got angry. “But you are…”
You couldn’t understand any of this. Was it possible they were jealous…? If so, you were in big trouble. These women were more unhinged than Feyd.
You knew he wouldn’t kill you. Not now at least. But they couldn’t care less about you giving him an heir or about the alliance between your families.
“She is right, she is not like us. Master will get bored of her,” the third woman smirked and exposed her sharp teeth.
“I want you all to leave,” you tried one more time but they were all above you, touching you and sniffing you.
“You smell like him…”
You didn’t know what grossed you out more – them doing this or the fact that you indeed smelled like him.
The huge black door opened and Feyd walked inside. You could recognize his heavy footsteps by now. Servants walked differently. They were more quiet, scared to disrupt the silence, scared to annoy some short-tempered Harkonnen. Feyd walked around like he already owned the place.
He was wearing a gladiator’s gear and you assumed he had left the bed in the morning to train.
“Master!” The women ran up to him and hugged him all over. You brought your knees to your chest, hiding your body from sight. “Master, let us play with your new pet.”
“I don’t share this one,” he explained to them and they all pouted. “I’ve told you not to come here when she’s inside.”
They giggled. But he didn’t punish them for disobeying his orders.
“Leave,” he told them and they whined about it but eventually left the room while giggling.
“I don’t want them around me,” you whispered and watched him climb on the bed with you.
“Come here,” he pretended he didn’t hear you and beckoned you instead.
You could see in his eyes what he wanted. And it brought tears to your eyes because you were so sore from the previous night. Was his appetite ever satisfied?
“Please, no more…” You gasped and he grabbed your ankles to bring you closer and lay you in front of him with your thighs open.
“I always want to fuck after a fight,” he informed you so vulgarly and yet so casually.
You didn’t have strength in you to argue. It wouldn’t work anyway. So you closed your eyes and you hoped he would remember that his uncle had told him not to break you.
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Feyd didn’t let you out of his chamber for the whole day. You probably consumed more of those pills from the medic than actual food in the past twenty four hours. Waking up on the second morning of your marriage was even harder than on the first because your body was definitely even more sore and bruised.
The bed was empty this time. The scary women weren’t there and Feyd’s side of the bed was cold. You stretched and stood up carefully. Very slowly and on shaky legs, you approached the big mirror to look at your body.
Your face looked exhausted, your hair was a mess and all the bruises on your skin were making you look like a war victim. You sighed and brushed your hair with your fingers.
There was a black sheer robe waiting for you on the chair by Feyd’s desk. You put it on and looked around, trying to figure out what to do. You lost track of time and space recently but you wanted to come back to reality again. You needed some sort of a routine in this place and some things to do.
Suddenly, you heard a yell coming from the courtyard. Your heart jumped in your chest. You were naive but you hoped that perhaps Feyd was hurt or killed during his training. It would save you a lot of trouble.
You opened the balcony door and looked down at the black-and-white courtyard. Feyd was there indeed, holding his blade up in the air and yelling in triumph.
He was terrifying in the bedroom and you didn’t expect it was possible for him to be even more scary. But apparently he could be. He was right now, standing there and raising his blade. He saw you on the balcony and smirked in his usual manner.
But then his smile dropped. And he became very serious, murderous even, intensely staring at you. It had to be a look he was giving his enemies in the arena. You quickly left the balcony and closed the door behind you.
You decided to finally go to your own bedroom. Not that it was a place where you could hide from him. But it was yours.
You pushed the door open and approached your desk first because you spotted a letter waiting for you. You hoped it was from your father or from Paul. But it was from your grandparents. They congratulated you on your wedding.
You sighed. When your father had informed them about the change of plans, you had hoped they would intervene. But they hadn’t done anything of that sort and, in fact, you had a feeling they had been quite pleased with this idea. But then you remembered that your father had mentioned once that your mother’s family was friends with the Harkonnens. Not close perhaps, but they were not enemies and they shared some business deals.
For a moment you wanted to write a letter to your father yourself. You opened a drawer of the desk looking for paper and ink. There was a black box inside and you already knew what it contained – the medic had to know Feyd’s infinite appetite for sex and he made sure you had enough pills always around. You opened the second drawer and found the paper and the ink. But then you hesitated and decided to close the drawer.
You decided not to write anything. You wanted them to be interested first. They had sent you to Giedi Prime. They should be the ones asking about you.
Your mother’s picture was on your desk already, probably unpacked by your maids. There was also a picture of you, your father and Paul from one of the recent ceremonies. You all looked so regal and proud.
The necklace with your house’s emblem was hidden in one of the drawers instead of being placed with the jewellery. You assumed it meant that the Harkonnens didn’t want you to wear that.
Little did they know, you didn’t want to wear that anymore either.
You approached a wardrobe – yours was much bigger than Feyd’s – and you opened it. It was full of dresses but to your surprise not all of the gowns you had taken from home were there. Some were hanged, some were missing. And there were also many new dresses you had never seen in your life. All of them black or mostly black. You approached the vanity table and rummaged through the jewellery. It was the same situation – some of yours was missing but there were also a few new pieces.
You furrowed your brows at that. You couldn’t understand. You wanted your maids to explain this to you but there was no bell or button that would call for them. So you opened the door and the guards looked at you immediately.
“I want my maids,” you told them and they nodded.
You waited for them on your bed, looking around at the so-called decorations. There was a fluffy white carpet on the floor you were grateful for. But the paintings were awful. Two paintings were of flower bouquets, one of a horse and one of them was of some beach. Those were random choices of a person who had only a brief idea what a Princess might like. Still, it was surprising that the Harkonnens had put any effort into this and tried to make this bedroom cosy and feminine. Even if the concept was obviously strange to them.
You were waiting for your maids but they weren’t coming. Instead, a different pair of doors opened and Feyd walked inside your bedroom in his gladiator gear.
You sighed and stood up, already working on undoing your robe. You remembered perfectly well what he wanted after his training and despite your body's exhaustion you knew that fighting him on that would only make him more violent.
He watched you with amusement as you walked towards him.
“Tsk,” he hissed to stop you and you looked up, surprised.
“I thought you always wanted to fuck after a fight,” you dared to say and he went silent for a while, looking at you intensely.
“I have a real fight in the arena in two days,” he told you but he raised his hand to grab your exposed breast and caress it with his thumb. “I restrain myself before the actual fights to be more riled up,” he explained.
You almost couldn’t believe your happiness. You had two days to regenerate and rest.
His fingers pinched and pulled on your sore nipple but you didn’t even mind, knowing that he was only teasing.
“You must want to fuck a lot after a won tournament,” you pointed out and he tilted his head. Did he really expect you wouldn’t pick up his language?
“I’ll fuck one of my whores before I get to my na-baroness,” he told you. “If I fucked you first after my fight, I’d break you,” he whispered.
“And we don’t want that, do we?” You asked, carefully.
You kept looking into his eyes and he tried to look at your face, too, but he was being distracted by your breasts. You could see that he was fighting with himself not to throw you on the bed and have his way with you.
“You’re no ordinary pet,” he answered.
You took a step back and wrapped the robe around your body again. He didn’t protest because he knew it was for the better. But you liked the realisation that you could have some amount of power over him using your body against him and his desires.
If you teased a little more, he would break his own rule and have sex with you. But you were too sore to play that game right now.
“What am I supposed to do for the whole day?” You asked him.
“I’d start with breakfast if I were you,” he shrugged his arms and went back to his bedroom.
Instead of waiting for the maids who were taking forever to come here, you decided to take a quick shower. When you left your bathroom, two servant girls walked inside your chamber. They were Harkonnen slaves, though, not your maids.
One of them was holding your folded wedding dress on a hanger.
“We have washed your wedding dress, na-baroness,” she told you and walked to the wardrobe to hang it.
In other circumstances, you’d be happy. But at the moment you were just confused.
“Where are my maids?” You asked them.
“Na-baroness, we were assigned to you, my Lady,” the girl bowed down as her lower lip trembled.
“I don’t want you. Where are my maids?” You stood up and approached them. They flinched, expecting you’d hit them. But you only stood there, expecting an answer.
You couldn’t stand a thought of your maids not being with you. They were the only normalcy in this whole fortress.
“W-we don’t know, my Lady,” the other girl widened her eyes. “We were assigned to you by the Baron himself…”
“Maybe they were asked to do something else for you at the moment, my Lady,” the first one tried to explain.
You wanted her to be right.
“Maybe,” you nodded. “Well, can you explain this to me?” You pointed at the wardrobe. “Some of my dresses are missing. Jewellery, too. And this,” you pointed at some leather dress, “I don’t know what that is.”
“Na-baron looked through your wardrobe, my Lady,” one of the girls answered with a shaky voice. “He wanted to get rid of the ones he did not like. And he gifted you the new ones, na-baroness…”
You were visibly surprised to find out that Feyd himself had been looking through your gowns like some sort of fashionista and choosing which ones you were allowed to wear. But you knew that it was not dictated by his odd passion for clothes. It was yet  one more of his ways to show you that he owned you.
“Alright, well,” you gave up, “I want to eat breakfast. Let’s get me dressed first, shall we?” You hummed to yourself and looked at your new collection of dresses.
Most of your old ones were the dark ones. Feyd allowed you to wear colour but only in the dark shades. You chose burgundy for that day.
The Harkonnen servants dressed you up and you had to admit that no maid on Caladan had ever treated you so gently. Perhaps it was just an impression because of the contrast between their hands and Feyd’s rough touch. But they also seemed to be terrified of you and they probably expected you to turn violent if they hurt you by accident.
“Alright, thank you,” you smiled at them and sat by your vanity. “I want my make-up light and my hair up,” you told them and waited for them to approach you but in the reflection of your mirror you could see that they only looked at each other, scared. “What is it?” You sighed.
“We don’t know how to do make-up, my Lady…” one of them whispered and looked down.
“Or how to do hair…” the other one added.
Well, it was no surprise. You could have expected that from the Harkonnen women. But it made you angry because you wanted your maids back.
You weren’t angry at the scared girls, though. You were angry at your husband’s family. You stood up rapidly and approached the door leading to Feyd’s bedroom. You pushed them open with all force and walked inside.
He was shirtless on his bed with his three awful pets all over him. They weren’t engaging in any sexual activities but it was still a bit awkward. He didn’t even move at the sight of you, he only raised his eyebrows as the women laughed.
“Where are my maids?” You asked and he realised that your anger was real so his face became more serious. He jumped out of his bed and approached you.
“What is your problem? You got your own slave girls,” he told you.
“I want my maids,” you clenched your jaw. “Your slave girls don’t know how to do my make-up or my hair.”
He laughed sarcastically at that.
“You don’t need that,” he said.
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous! I am na-baroness, the most important woman in this fortress. You can’t possibly expect me to walk around looking like a savage!”
You were throwing a tantrum of a spoiled Princess in his eyes and it was both pissing him off and turning him on. You could see that in the way his eyes darkened and his lips curled.
“Perhaps we will shave your pretty little head, huh?” Feyd grabbed your chin. “So you fit in more, my Lady,” he hissed out the last two words with so much contempt and irony that it made blood in your veins run cold.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” you drawled out.
Feyd let go of your chin but he slapped your face instead. You gasped as his pets laughed.
“Watch your filthy mouth, woman,” he warned you.
But you knew it was not about you saying the word fuck. It was about you trying to tell him what he can and what he cannot do.
“If you don’t find our slaves satisfying…” he reached out for his blade, “...then there’s only one thing that I can do,” he started to walk towards your bedroom.
But you didn’t want any of the servant girls to die because of your whims. He had already killed one on the day of your wedding just because she stood up for you.
“No!” You ran up to him and stood between him and your terrified servant girls.
He froze and chuckled at you.
“They will do,” you tried to assure him. “Just tell me where my maids are.”
Feyd hid the blade and took a few steps forward to approach you. Your servants walked back to get as far away from him as possible, but you remained in your place.
“I’ve told you already… Women looking like you are rare on Giedi Prime…” He raised his hand to fix a hair strand on your head. “At our wedding, two of the noble lords spotted them and they desired them. We gave them to our lords to be their wives,” he informed you.
“You… You did what…?” Your lower lip trembled.
“Aw, don’t worry, they are wives of noble men now,” he chuckled at the sight of tears forming in your eyes as he laid his thumb on your trembling lower lip.
“But… I need them here. Can’t you ask their husbands to send them back? As my ladies-in-waiting?” You nearly begged.
“I doubt their husbands would let them go so easily, my pet,” he smirked at you. One of your tears reached his thumb as it streamed down your face and then he moved away from you so rapidly that it almost startled you.
It was almost as if you were hot like lava in the way he jumped away from you. There was a weird look in his eyes. He seemed to be confused at his own reaction, too.
He walked back to his bedroom and you sniffled. You heard that he locked the door from his side this time. He clearly didn’t want you around. Most likely because you would make him break his no-sex before the fight rule sooner than later.
“It’s alright,” you turned around and took a look at your new servant girls. They were terrified and you felt sorry for them.
“Th-thank you, na-baroness,” they suddenly fell to their knees. You had saved their lives after all.
“Don’t be silly, get up,” you told them as you sat by the vanity table. “Come here, I have to show you myself how I like my make-up and how to do my hair. But it’s fine, we’ll get there finally. You will learn,” you assured them.
They got up and approached you quickly like obedient students.
“What are your names?” You asked and they looked at each other.
“We… We don’t have names, my Lady,” one of them explained.
“You don’t have names?” You asked, surprised. They shook their heads.
Oh, now your heart really ached for them.
“Alright then, well… We have to think of something then,” you turned around to face them. “You will be Astra,” you pointed at one of them and she gasped. “It means star,” you informed her and she chuckled a little. It warmed your heart up to see them actually smile. “And you…” you pointed at another one, “you will be Cara.”
“What does it mean, na-baroness?” She asked.
“Beloved,” you told her and her dead eyes lightened up for a brief moment.
Suddenly, you felt that it would be for the better. Astra and Cara were your new beginning and your kind treatment would make them loyal since they had never experienced it before. Your two maids were nice women who knew everything about you but they were also a reminder of the home you had left.
And Princess Atreides had to die in order for na-baroness Harkonnen to be born. Otherwise she wouldn't survive.
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Revenge - Tommy Shelby
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Summary: Reader takes personal offense over Sabini’s attack on Tommy
Warnings: arranged marriage, graphic depictions of violence, reader leaves a message written in blood, smut, creampie, light degrading, oral smut (f receiving), overstim, p in v, let me know if I missed any
Notes: I made this text post about protective reader and decided to write it lmfao. I want Tommy with a feral woman. Thank you to @slut4thebroken for proof reading, encouragement, and suggestions💖
MDNI, 18+ only
You weren’t quite sure how it had happened.
Scratch that.
You knew exactly how it had happened.
Your father and Tommy had worked out a deal when Sabini had first started trying to intimidate your father. A bride in exchange for protection and both of them walked away with extra allies when the inevitable war against Sabini broke out. You’d protested the marriage at first, screaming that you were more than just a political pawn for your father to sell when he needed help, but it went through anyway.
You had to admit, it wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened. Sure, Tommy was distant and seemed obsessed with work, but you knew you could’ve ended up in a much worse situation. He treated you with respect, never let you open a door on your own if he was around, always had a protective hand rested in the small of your back, and… the sex was great.
Perhaps the thing you appreciated the most, was that he didn’t expect you to become the housewife you had feared you would be reduced to. You were your father’s only child, meaning when he died, you would become leader of his gang. You were a gangster the same way Tommy was and he seemed to realize that and respect it. You helped out with the daily runnings of the Peaky Blinders and helped with the daily runnings of your father’s gang at the same time. They both recognized your potential and weren’t afraid to use it.
It wasn’t until you were sitting in a family meeting about a year after your marriage that you realized you had grown to feel more than just okay with the marriage.
Tommy was a closed off individual and through the entire year you had been married, you felt like you were just starting to finally get to know the real him. You never pried because he never pried in your life. If you had general questions, neither of you were afraid to ask them, but anything more was left up for the person to tell. You had more questions than answers still, specifically about the matching scars on his cheeks, but you didn’t dare ask. He hadn’t asked about the scar that ran from your right shoulder blade down to your spine, so you didn’t ask about his scars.
It was a common occurrence for Esme, Ada, and Polly to sit with you at one of the desks in the betting shop, whispering things to you during family meetings to fill in any gaps and answer any questions you may have had.
“Alfie has informed me that the Sicilians are being provided aid by Sabini, in the form of cars and housing,” Tommy started, causing Arthur to let out a loud groan of frustration.
Before you could get dragged into hearing any more of it, you turned your head to Esme who was sitting next to you.
“Sabini’s a prick, I know that, but what has he done to us?” You asked quietly, your eyes still flickering back-and-forth between Tommy and the rest of his family as they spoke about what to do next.
Esme began explaining exactly what Sabini had done. How he and five other men came after Tommy in the dark of night, how he’d ripped out a tooth, sliced his cheeks, and beat him to an inch of his life.
The rage that settled inside of you was your first hint that you had grown to genuinely care for Tommy as more than just a friend and (amazing) fuck buddy. Your jaw remained clenched and set for the rest of the meeting, but as soon as the meeting was called to end, you wiped the look from your face and forced a calm expression to take over.
You stood up and walked over to Tommy, forcing a small smile to your lips,
“I’m not really feeling all that well. You go with your brothers for a drink, I’m just going to head back home, okay?” You said, meeting his eyes so he wouldn’t have a reason to not believe you.
Tommy’s eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to look for any sign you were lying. You had been fine that morning and fine two hours prior when you sat down for the meeting, but he had no reason to believe you were lying so he simply nodded, placed a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer to him, and kissed your forehead.
“I won’t be out long. Ask Frances for anything you need, okay, love?”
You nodded and the forced smile turned to a genuine one,
“I will, promise,” you told him before stepping away from him and waving goodbye to the rest of the family.
Yes. You had truly gotten lucky when it came to who you had been forced to marry.
The entire ride back to the Arrow House, you were silent and going over your plan in your head. You knew you’d have to earn Tommy’s trust back after this, but you didn’t particularly care. You were a force of nature on your best day. You were lethal when you were angry.
Once you arrived back, you immediately headed upstairs to yours and Tommy’s shared room. The marriage may have started off with the two of you in separate rooms, “I’m called the devil, but that doesn’t mean I’m some sort of monster. You can sleep in your own room until you’re comfortable sharing a bed,” but it didn’t take more than a couple weeks for you to eventually join him in bed.
Damn those blue eyes, full lips, and that jawline.
You grabbed a small bag and threw the first set of clothes you laid hands on into it, then, much more carefully, a dress. You grabbed everything else you needed and headed to Tommy’s office next.
I’ll be back soon. I’m sorry for lying, but I’ll be back.
You signed the note and left it in the center of his desk where you knew he would see it, held down by his ashtray.
As quickly as you had entered the house, you left it, getting right back into the car with the driver Tommy had employed for you. You told him the name of a hotel in London that you knew was just outside of anyone��s territory.
The drive seemed to pass by too quickly and soon you were saying goodbye to the driver and sending him home for the night. It was barely 7 in the evening when you got up to your room.
“If there is a God, please let me get through this. I’ll make it up to you… somehow,” you said quietly.
The beading on the dress swayed loudly around your body as you pulled the dress on. The pins in your hair seemed to be extra noticeable against your scalp. The straps on your shoes pressed into your skin more than usual. The blade held against your thigh and hidden by your dress seemed to refuse to warm up. Your left hand felt entirely too light with your ring missing.
You knew it was only your mind playing tricks on you. You’d worn this outfit before and it had always turned heads, which is exactly what you wanted.
You needed Sabini to notice you.
You greeted the cab driver politely as you stepped in and ignored the way his eyes seemed to follow you a bit too closely.
The doors of the club were held open for you and you made your way to the bar and took a seat, knowing you were just playing a waiting game now.
You could feel eyes on you. The wife of Thomas Shelby in Sabini’s club, hours away from Birmingham, far out of Peaky Blinders territory or her father’s territory. You stuck out like a sore thumb, even if you would have blended in during any other scenario.
It felt like an eternity passed before you finally saw the man that made your blood boil, but one glance at the clock above the bar told you it hadn’t even been an hour.
“You seem lost. I thought we had made it clear that your kind weren’t welcomed here,” Sabini said once he was in front of you.
A charming smile graced your lips and you looked up at him,
“My kind?” You questioned, playing innocent.
“Yes. Your kind. You’re the wife of Thomas Shelby and I don’t appreciate him ignoring the last warning I gave him and sending you-“
“I wasn’t sent here,” you stopped him, lifting your left hand and pushing a piece of hair that hadn’t fallen back behind your ear, “and I’m not really a Shelby or a Blinder, am I?”
His eyes were drawn to your hand and noticed the lack of a ring you wore and he quirked an eyebrow at you.
“Is that so? I was under the impression the two of you were lovebirds.”
You pulled your bottom lip between your lips and looked away, trying to come off as shy. When you looked back up to him, you hoped the look on his face meant he was intrigued and believing you.
“Perhaps we could talk about it somewhere else… somewhere private?” You asked him, batting your eyelashes as you did so.
Gods help you. The smirk he gave you made your stomach twist and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face, but patience was something you’d adopted a lot of.
“Allow me to show you to my office then,” he said, offering you a hand which you forced yourself to take.
He guided you through the club and towards the back. Some amount of luck seemed to be on your side as his office was behind the stage and provided some cover for any noise you might make. Even more so as you noticed a window just large enough for you to be able to crawl out of.
Once the door was shut behind you, he sat down behind his desk and motioned for you to take a seat in one of the chairs on the opposite side.
“Trouble in paradise, I take it,” Sabini said as he poured you both a drink.
“It was never paradise to begin with,” you replied, thanking him for the drink and taking a sip.
You had grown used to Tommy’s Irish whiskey and the bourbon he gave you wasn’t nearly as smooth going down.
“Was it not? From what I’ve heard, you two have quite the fairytale. Gang leader’s daughter married off to another gang leader, uniting two empires.”
“That’s not the way I see it,” you lied.
“And how do you see it?”
“A desperate father sold off his daughter to a desperate gang leader in an attempt for the both of them to gain more power and disregarded the woman’s wishes,” you replied simply, shrugging your shoulders.
“And so you’ve come to London for what?” Sabini questioned, wanting to hear you say it.
“Because I think we can help each other, Mr. Sabini,” you said, downing the rest of the bourbon and standing up.
His eyes followed your movements, his eyes trailing up your body before resting on your legs again.
“And how do you think we could help each other?” He asked.
You moved to stand in front of him, placing one leg over the side of his and straddled him, placing your arms around his neck.
“They trust me, Mr. Sabini. They don’t suspect me of anything,” you started. The shiver of disgust that rolled up your spine due to his hands trailing up the back of your thighs was one he apparently took as excitement as he gripped slightly at the backs of them, “I can tell you everything and, in return, I get out of my marriage once they’re all gone.”
“They don’t even realize the ticking time bomb they’ve got in their fingertips, do they?” He asked and a chuckle left your lips as a genuine smirk took over.
“They don’t…” you said, trailing your hands down his chest and then up your thigh, trying to make the move appear seductive. Your fingers wrapped around the hilt of your knife, “and neither do you, apparently.”
His eyes widened and he realized the trap he had walked into at the same time as you pressed the blade of the knife to his neck.
“I’d say that if you ever threaten my husband or our family again, you’ll regret it, but you won’t be,” you told him, unable to resist pausing for a touch of dramatic effect before adding on, “Never fuck with a Shelby.”
In the next second, you were quickly slicing the knife across his neck and flinching back as his blood coated you.
You knew your next move was morbid, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It had been morbid for him and five other men to attack your husband when he was alone. It was morbid for him to rip out his tooth. It had been morbid for him to slice his cheeks. It was just as morbid for you to quickly and quietly clear off his desk, dip your fingers into his blood, and leave a bloodied message across his desk.
Revenge is a scorned Shelby
As soon as the message was written, you grabbed one of the coats from the coat rack and slipped it on, then crawled out of the window. The coat was long enough to cover all of the bloodied mess that was now your dress.
Sabini is dead.
That seemed to be the only thing you could think of as you were driven back to the Arrow House. It wasn’t the first time you had killed a man and you knew it wouldn’t be last.
But you hadn’t told anyone about this time. You hadn’t told anyone your plan, where you were going, or why you were doing it. You had also just started a war.
You weren’t surprised to see almost every light in the house still on when you arrived, and you made sure to slip the cab driver a little extra for the long drive.
You hadn’t risked staying in London longer than you needed to. You had gone into your hotel room, grabbed your bag, and promptly left, only taking the time to slip your wedding ring back on when you were in the cab.
When you stepped into the house, Tommy was in the hallway. All he saw as you stepped in the door was you, in another man’s coat, your wedding ring still on your finger, but your hair and makeup done much differently than it had been you had left.
You stayed silent as you stared at him with nervousness written on your face.
He put out his cigarette and quirked an eyebrow at you, a silent prompt for you to explain yourself.
Your silent explanation was to undo the tie on the coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing your blood stained dress.
“I need a fucking drink for this one,” Tommy grumbled, motioning for you to follow him. He guided you to his office and poured both of you a drink, handed you your glass, then sat down in his office chair. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Do you want the short version or the long version?” You asked, a smirk on your face as he looked up at where you still stood across the room.
Despite himself, he couldn’t help but chuckle and shrug his shoulders,
“Humor me. Short version first,” he told you.
“About a year ago I got married, and tonight I started a war.”
Tommy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk and running a hand over his face, “Long version.”
“About a year ago, I got married. Over the past year my husband has been nothing but a respectful gentleman, making it nearly impossible for me not to fall for him when you combine it with his fucking blue eyes that could bring the devil to his knees,” you started, feeling the hint of a blush creep into your cheeks, which you knew he noticed by the way his eyes flicked to your cheeks and then back to your eyes, “then today we had a meeting with his family where he mentioned Sabini. When I asked, his sister-in-law told me about what Sabini had done to him. About how my husband had been beaten to an inch of his life and brutalized, leaving him permanently scarred, and I knew I had to make the bastard pay.
“So, I lied to my husband and said I didn’t feel well. I went home, packed a bag, left him a note saying I’d be back, and went to London. I rented a hotel room where I changed into a fancy dress and did my hair and makeup, then I wrapped a knife to my thigh and slid my wedding ring into my bag and went to The Eden Club. News of a Shelby woman spread quickly and Sabini showed up to question me within an hour. I lied to Sabini, told him that I didn’t want to be a Shelby and that I had never wanted to be one. He took me back to his office and I sat on his lap and made him think I was about to cheat on my husband when I slit his throat and made sure he knew it was because of what he’d done to my husband. I left a message on his desk, went back to the hotel, grabbed my bag, and then headed back to our house.”
Silence filled the room for a long moment as Tommy stared at you. His eyes were unreadable as he watched you.
“What did the message say?” He suddenly asked.
“Revenge is a scorned Shelby.”
“Nothing about the Peaky Blinders?” He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly.
“No.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“It wasn’t Peaky business,” you answered confidently, watching him just as closely as he watched you as he stood from his chair and came to stand in front of you.
“Was it not?” He questioned, taking the untouched glass of whiskey from your hand and setting it on the desk before turning back to stare you down.
“No. It was Shelby business, but not Peaky business.”
“Explain.”
“He didn’t just harm a Peaky Blinder. He harmed a Shelby, my Shelby.” Your gaze was unwavering as you held eye contact with him. You wanted him to know you meant your words. He was yours, and the protective touches on your back when you were in public and the way he intimidated and glared at any man who tried approaching you was all the proof you needed to know that you were his.
“So I’m your Shelby?” He asked as he took a step towards you and continued to do so until you pressed against the office door.
“Yes.”
“And that means you’re mine?” He questioned, his hands now pressed against the wall on either side of your head.
You could feel that you were walking into some sort of trap, but you didn’t have a way out of it right now. All you could do was be honest.
“Yes.”
“Then you should know something about what it means to be mine.”
“What’s that?” You asked, your breathing getting shorter as he lowered his face so it was level with yours.
In a second his hands were on your waist and he had you picked up against the wall with legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.
“My Shelby is to never come home wearing another man’s coat again,” he said, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss.
You don’t know what reaction you had expected from him, but being pinned to his office door and him kissing you hadn’t been one you had thought of. Your shock wore off after half a second and you returned the kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close.
“You’re not mad?” You asked against his lips.
“At you starting a war?” He questioned, leaning down and beginning to trail kisses hastily down your neck.
“Yes,” you replied, leaning your head back to give him more access.
“Livid,” he said with no hint of joking in his voice.
“This is quite the punishment,” you replied sarcastically. A moan fell from your lips as he nipped at your pulse point.
“Oh, I’m livid,” he said, looking up at you, “but also extremely turned on at the thought of my wife slicing a man’s throat over me and coming home still covered in his blood.”
You weren’t given a chance to respond before he was kissing you again. Your hands came down to his tie, pulling it loose before starting to work at the buttons of his waistcoat.
He didn’t bother setting you down, only turned the two of you around and walked you over to the couch in the office. He laid you down on it and then pulled the waistcoat off before leaning back down between your legs and kissing you again once. His lips started trailing down your neck again while your hands went to undo the buttons of his shirt.
“Someone’s impatient tonight,” he teased as nipped at your skin again.
“You’re the one who pinned me to the door after I revealed I killed a man for you,” you replied in the same teasing tone as him. You undid the last button of his shirt and pushed the fabric off his shoulders, his undershirt following a second later.
He reached his hand to the side of your dress and unzipped it, pulling the fabric down your body while his hands grabbed hold of your underwear, stockings, and garters in the same move and pulled them off, leaving you completely naked underneath him.
He stared and looked over your body a moment longer before running his hands up your thighs and giving a gentle tap to your thigh,
“Up,” he said, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion.
You did as told though and sat up, leaving him enough room to lay on his back and pull you up to straddle him,
“Was killing a man not enough work?” You teased, not actually minding if he was going to have you ride him. At least it meant you wouldn’t be subjected to him teasing you when all you really wanted was for him to fuck you.
“That’s cute,” he said sarcastically, gripping your thighs and attempting to pull you further up his torso, “that’s not where you’re sitting tonight.”
The man was no stranger at using his mouth to make you see stars, but you’d never ridden his face before. You looked at him, the question obvious on your face.
“Seriously?” You asked even though you knew by his face that he was.
“Seriously. You were enough of a leader to go after Sabini, you’re enough of a leader to sit on my face. Up,” he repeated again while his grip on your thighs tried pulling you forward.
You did as you were told this time, shuffling forward until you were straddling his face. You weren’t given a choice of when to sit as his hands came to your hips and pulled you down, forcing your full weight onto his waiting mouth.
If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was Thomas’ ability to use his tongue and lips in more than just outsmarting his enemies.
His tongue trailed through your lips, his hands keeping your hips in place, while his tongue slowly explored you at first.
It had only taken a couple weeks for you to crack and make the first move on Tommy, joining him in bed one night when you’d decided you could trust him, and you’d been insatiable and addicted to him ever since, though he never complained. He’d spent the first couple times figuring out every move that made you tick and every name that made your cheeks flush and used them to his advantage at every turn.
His tongue was a gift with the way he knew exactly how to use it. He dragged it up and down between your folds, drinking in every bit of your arousal before focusing on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and long drags.
Tommy’s hands on your hips began guiding them, silently instructing you to take control. You didn’t hesitate in going along with what he wanted you to do and began rocking your hips. One of your hands trailed to his hair while your other went to lay on top of one his that gripped your hip. You hadn’t realized the volume of your moans until you felt the vibration of his moan against your clit.
Your hips jerked at the added stimulation and he hummed against you purposefully, his eyes never leaving you as your hips sped up, chasing your own high. Within moments you could feel it approaching and your grip on his hair and hand tightened, moans of his name falling from your mouth like a prayer.
“Please, fuck,” you cried, whimpers falling from your lips, “Tommy, Tommy…”
Your high crashed over you a moment later and you felt Tommy’s movements begin to slow down as you rode out your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you caught your breath.
You went to move off of him, but his grip on your hips tightened at the same time that his tongue started speeding up again.
Your moans of pleasure turned to whimpers of over stimulation and you squirmed against him, but he didn’t let up. Your hips jerked as you tried moving away from him, but all it did was add to the stimulation.
You could practically feel him smirking underneath you as he continued on, watching as your eyes clenched shut and you relented yourself to letting him torture you so beautifully.
If it wasn’t for the way your body was on edge from not being given any type of break after your first orgasm, you might have felt slightly ashamed at the way he was able to bring you to your second orgasm so quickly.
And then your third.
Tears were freely falling from your face when he finally slowed his movements to a stop and helped you to lay down on your back.
He trailed soft and slow kisses along your thighs and stomach to help bring you back down to earth. When his lips reconnected with yours, you returned the kiss, letting your eyes fall shut at the surprisingly tender moment.
“Next time you want to start a war, at least let me know your plans,” he said, causing you to open your eyes and be met with a smirk dancing across his lips, “and don’t doubt my punishments.”
You could’ve smacked the smirk off his face if it wasn’t for the fact he had turned your entire body into mush.
“Think you can be a good girl and handle one more?” He asked.
Your cheeks flushed at the praise and his hands moved to his belt and pants, pulling them off after you nodded your confirmation.
Once the rest of his clothes had been removed, he gently lifted your legs and positioned himself between them. He was gentle as he pushed inside you, but the smirk on his face from the way your voice cracked when you moaned was obvious.
The stretch was familiar at this point, but it didn’t mean you didn’t need the moment he gave you to adjust. When you nodded your head, he started moving.
Tommy knew your body like he knew his own after your time together. His hips immediately changed position as he started thrusting, making sure to hit the spot inside you that added to the ways your legs shook underneath him.
He leaned down and placed his elbows on either side of your head, capturing your lips in a kiss right as a moan parted through them. One of his hands came back to cradle the back of your head and his fingers tangled into your hair to keep you close to him.
His other hand went to one of your legs and pulled it up so it rested in the crook of his elbow, causing him to hit even deeper inside you.
The action caused you to let out a high pitched moan and you wrapped your arms around him. Your next moan broke the passionate kiss the two of you had shared while your nails raked down his back.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked, beginning to speed up the movements of his hips.
“Y-you,” you moaned out, your back arching underneath him.
“Say my name. Who do you belong to?” He repeated.
“Thomas Shelby,” you answered and dropped your head back.
“Good girl. You’re my fucking wife,” he moaned out. He sat up, using one hand to keep your leg up in the same position while his other hand went to your already over sensitive clit, “all mine. No other man gets to touch you, look at you, or even fucking think of you. It’s my cock that you’re whimpering over right now, and it’s the only cock you’ll ever be whimpering over again.”
“I’m yours, Tommy,” you repeated, your voice breaking as moan after moan fell from your lips.
“Then cum for me. Be a good Shelby wife and make a fucking mess on my cock just like how you made a mess of this war tonight,” he commanded.
You didn’t need any more encouragement from him as your fourth orgasm hit you, causing your back to arch again and your nails to run down his arms.
His moves start to become more sloppy and his pace sped up as he began to chase his own high, the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock only driving him closer to the edge.
“Want to feel you Tommy, please,” you moaned underneath him, “please, cum inside me.”
“Fuck,” he swore out. His hips pushing against yours as his high hit him and his arms came down to either side of your head again while he shoved his face into your neck, completely claiming you as his own while his cum filled you.
His hips slowed as he rode out both of your highs and your arms came to wrap around him, placing a gentle kiss on the side of his head you could reach.
Once the two of your breathing had slowed down to a normal pace, he moved to push himself up and your legs around his waist tightened along with your arms.
“Don’t. Not yet,” you said in a quiet voice.
“I’m going to crush you, love.” He placed soft kisses along your shoulders between his words as he tried warning you.
“I’m a grown woman. I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” you replied and began running your nails softly along the shaved part of his head, knowing the motion worked on him every time.
“Stubborn,” he falsely chided, but relented and relaxed back into your hold.
“Little late to the party if you’ve just worked that out.” Your reply causing both of you to chuckle. “Remind me to start more wars if it means you fuck me like that every time.”
His hand came down and gently slapped your thigh in response while a burst of quiet giggles left your lips.
“Stubborn and a brat,” he teased, sitting up again and carefully sliding out of you.
“Too bad you’re stuck with me,” you responded with a smirk.
“I don’t think of it that way,” he said as he stood up and wrapped his arms under your waist and legs before pulling you up into his arms.
“How do you think of it?” You asked him as he carried you across the hall and into your shared room.
“I think I’m lucky enough to be married to a woman who killed for me over a years-old attack even though we’d never even said that we loved each other.” He set you down in the middle of the bed before crawling in next to you and pulling you into his chest.
A bright blush rose to your face as he pointed out that you had never even said you loved each other, even though you had admitted to him earlier that you had fallen for him. You didn’t know how to reply immediately and you turned in his arms to look up at him, his arms staying locked around your waist.
He didn’t seem to expect you to reply though, because he leaned in to you, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was tender and sweet, as if he was trying to communicate what your actions had meant to him without having the words to say it.
“I fell for you, too,” he finally admitted, “I don’t know when it happened, but I know that I realized it tonight. The panic I felt to see your note and to see you come home covered in blood. The anger I felt over seeing you another man’s jacket. The way I felt when you revealed what you had done and why…” He trailed off, looking down at you and seeming to try and memorize every part of your face, “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours and you’re mine,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him.
“I’m yours and you’re mine.”
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husband!t. fushiguro x f.reader headcanons ! — ˖⋆♱“it’s too bad.. you’re married to me.” ♱⋆‧₊˚ ⋅ !! S4Ws4w🪦
˖⋆♱ - Toji being a good husband was a surprise to many, except you. You knew since day one you’d crack the hard shell he desperately tried to contain. Truth be told he’s a softie deep down. (only for you ofc)
˖⋆♱ - When you’re around him his mind goes haywire. Since he met you, he started doing things he’d never even consider doing, like being overly protective over you, or caring about you in general. Considering his profession, he doesn’t have a heart for none. Then you came into his life. Now his chest feels tighter when he sees you with anybody but him, and he can feel the blood rush to his mind when your image triggers his senses.
˖⋆♱ - You’re not like anybody he’s ever met.. your beauty brings him to shambles and no matter how many years you’ve been wedded he is still amazed at how you bring his guard down. “i don’t know how you’re doing this woman, but don’t stop.” he’s thinking even when you’re doing the most casual thing, like a lil cuddle session.
˖⋆♱ - He lets all his actions speak for him. He’d do anything for his woman.. verbally, the most you’d get is the usual “I love yous,” ”You’re mine,” and a rare “You drive me crazy..”
˖⋆♱ - When it comes to nicknames he’s using them more than your regular name. “Woman,” “Kid,” “Baby,” “Crazy woman,” “My woman/girl.” Sometimes you wonder if he might’ve forgotten your real name…
˖⋆♱ - Mannn and the rock on your finger is the perfect symbol of your marriage. Nothing too big, a white gold diamond sitting in the middle with a shiny band to hold it. Toji has never been more proud to wear his ring too, a plain silver band with the date of yalls wedding ani engraved inside. Of course yours has the date engraved too, his orders.
˖⋆♱ - He’s never been fond of weddings, until he realized the day he loved you. Toji wanted to propose then and there… — He’ll never forget that day till the day he dies, it was the one day he’s never been more greatfull to be alive to witness the beautiful bride walk down the aisle to promise that you would be his until you both knock on deaths door.
˖⋆♱ - it’s safe to say you’ve managed to get the Toji Fushiguro smitten over you, not that it was hard to do that anyways. I mean look at you!
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— first time i’m writing in soooo long !! ofc i had to make a come back w my bbg toji >_<
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always, evermore, even after and still !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they get married and it's the happiest day for everyone.
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for when you finally find your happily ever after. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - hope u like this!!! i love you so much, thank you for reading <3
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vogue charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n tie the knot in a grand yet intimate ceremony held at their villa in monte carlo.
the bride wore a valentino couture gown complete with a sprawling train and platform heels while the groom sported a classic black tuxedo. y/n’s childhood best friend, lily muni he, served as the maid of honour, whereas her close friends, carmen mundt, kika gomes and heidi berger were bridesmaids. on the groom's side, lorenzo leclerc, his brother was the best man along while his younger brother, arthur and his friend circle, which included lando norris, pierre gasly, carlos sainz and alex albon were the groomsmen. the guest list included many notable presences such as sebastian vettel, toto wolff, taylor swift, zendaya, timothée chalamet, harry styles and many more.
the couple’s first dance was to the song "love letter from the sea to the shore" performed by delaney bailey followed by "it's nice to have a friend" by taylor swift and "sweet creature" by harry styles.
tap the link in our bio to get a look inside their wedding held at their stunning villa in monaco.
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landonorris my two best friends got married and i'm about to make it everybody's problem. congratulations, you horny motherfuckers. don't remember much of last night but as i'm sitting in a cafe in berlin, i know it ruled. here's to a lifetime of happiness, love and blessings and may this marriage not end in a divorce (y/n, lily still has that taxi driver on speed dial, say the word and we'll help you run away)
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username stfu im gonna cry
username i feel like a proud parent omg
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username not lando violating charles on his own wedding post 💀💀💀
username they're so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭
username i love them so much my lord
lilymhe you can still escape just sayin yourusername
-> yourusername i'll keep that in mind, thank you 💋
-> charles_leclerc is it too late to get a divorce
-> yourusername shut up you literally (and legally) signed up for this
username are we gonna ignore that fact that the wedding was in monte carlo and lando's in berlin
-> username how the FUCK did that happen
-> username i just know that the party was WILD
username "may this marriage not end in a divorce" PLS 💀💀💀
username the photos ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username im living for the wedding content we're getting from like half the grid
maxverstappen1 berlin is nice
-> landonorris i know right?
-> username NOT MAX BEING IN BERLIN TOO WTF HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
username the event of the century 🔥🔥🔥
username THEY LOOK SO AMAZING WHATCTHRBUCJ
username in love with these
username god i need a life like this ://
charles_leclerc at least i had a gf and now i have a wife (thanks for the photos but i'm not paying you)
-> landonorris that's a fucked up thing to say to me (i literally hate you so much)
username fuck all the love stories except theirs
username my heart ://
username they SCREAM old money
-> username OMG THAT'S SO REAL
yourusername thank you for these pictures. we love you. take the train back to monte carlo rn or i am giving your gift to george. and thanks for the driver information, will keep that in mind definitely.
-> landonorris anytime. i love you both i guess. DON'T YOU DARE and of course, happy to help.
-> charles_leclerc DELETE THAT NUMBER RIGHT NOW
username charles has been married for one (singular) day and he's already fighting for his life 💀💀💀💀💀
username i love this friend group so much ❤️
username THEY BOTH ATE OMG
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lilymhe in my head, we're still those teen girls who planned out their wedding days with so much enthusiasm and with so much detail that it would've put these planners and binders to shame. it's kinda hard to believe that my best friend is now married but honestly, y/n/n, i couldn't be more happy for you. you're my best friend and i love you so much. thank you for being just a call away, always. here's to charles (barf) and y/n (❤️)
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username SHUT UP IM CRYING
username platonic soulmates ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username AHHHSHDHDJDHBXSJ
username she's so pretty what the fuck
username Y/N ATE
carmenmmundt the prettiest bride 💕
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username two pretty best friends 🔥🔥🔥
username y/n looks so pretty what thebfuck omg im gonna scream
username my favs ://
username nah cus lily and y/n literally have my heart like they're my fav pair of best friends
charles_leclerc i remember when you threatened me
-> lilymhe good. remember it for the rest of your life.
-> charles_leclerc y/n she's doing that thing again yourusername
-> yourusername lily
-> lilymhe sorry
-> username NAH NOT CHARLES SNITCHING ON LILY
username she slayed so hard
username the barf and the ❤️ spoke VOLUMES
username im gonna cry they're so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
username i wish i had a best friend like lily ://
alex_albon i never get captions like this
-> lilymhe this isn't about you
-> yourusername yeah alex this isn't about you
username y/n's childhood best friend being her maid of honour 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username in love with these two
username AHHHSHDHDJDHBXSJ
yourusername i love you SO fucking much
-> lilymhe i love you so much more
yourusername i'll love you always thank you for everything ❤️‍🩹
-> lilymhe you're my best friend, always here for you and your loser ass boyfriend
-> charles_leclerc I'M HER HUSBAND
-> lilymhe okay and??? she can get another one
-> username PLEASE OH MY GOD
username i adore their friendship tf
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danielricciardo i had one (1) job and as you can see, i took it very seriously. mr and mrs. leclerc-y/l/n, everybody 💒🍧💐
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username LECLERC-Y/L/NS
username THEY'RE SO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
username i love them sm what the fuck
username my parents ❤️🫶🏼
username LOVING THE WEDDING CONTENT WE'RE BRING FED RN
username she looks so pretty omg ☹️☹️☹️
maxverstappen1 why are you acting like your ass isn't in berlin with us?
-> danielricciardo THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET YOU SNITCH
username WHAT THEBFUCJ HAPPENED LAST NIGJT 💀💀💀💀💀 why are they in berlin
-> username oh the night was wildin 🔥🔥🔥
username daniel.jpg but on main
username love them sm
username SO HAPPY FOR THEM AHSHDHSJDJBS
username living for this content
landonorris berlin kinda cool
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username WHY are they in berlin
-> username no it's HOW are they in berlin
username no bc i feel like such a proud mom like i watched go from "hiii/hiiiiiii" to "hehehehe i do/shut up charles, i do"
-> username that's what i call GROWTH
username her dresses ate omg
username i know daniel's not getting paid for shit
username im so ://
charles_leclerc lovely photos mate
-> danielricciardo so will you pay me?
-> charles_leclerc no
username AHHHSHDHDHDHXHXJDJDF
username gonna sob some more
username honestly crying tears rn
yourusername we love you daniel 🫶🏼 (get your ass back to monaco i am NOT kidding)
-> danielricciardo love you guys (omg we're on our way stop you scare me sometimes)
username IM NOT NORMAL ABT THIS
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username thank u to daniel for these
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yourusername words cannot express how much i love you. every single time i think that this is it, i cannot possibly love you more than i do, i'm surprised by myself because i do. i really do. i fall in love with you more and more every single day and i'm gonna spend the rest of my life showing you that. i loved you when you first told me that you really liked my smile and i loved you when you told me you hoped i lived nearer to you and then asked me to move in. i loved you when you took the time to get to know me and i loved you when you said that i was it for you and i will love you when our hair is turning gray and we're gonna look back and smile and fall in love even more. they're gonna have to kick us out of those nursing homes i swear. i truly cannot wait to look back on our life together, cardboard boxes full of our love, but until then, let's live it. here's to my forever love, my everything, my world. i love you ❤️
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username WHAT THR FUCK
username im gonna sob this is so
username they're married 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
username people say soulmates we say y/n and charles
username sliding down the door fr this is INSANE
charlotte2304 all my love to you both 💓
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username HE'S SO HUSBAND MATERIAL LIKE
username they're MY parents
username the caption took my heart out and squeezed it
username hahahahaha!!!!! i am NOT okay!!!!!!! what the fuck is up with that caption
sebastianvettel 💐💕
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username he's so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
username "i truly cannot wait to look back on our life together, cardboard boxes full of our love, but until then, let's live it" WHEN WILL IT BE ME
username "they're gonna have to kick us out of those nursing homes" me and who lol (i am screaming crying shaking)
username no bc i too deserve someone like this ://
username it's giving timeless by taylor swift
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username GOD ME WHEN
username gonna take a toaster bath brb 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
username don't test me istg
carla.brocker my heart 😭🩷
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arthur_leclerc sister-in-law 💒🩷
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username IM GONNA SCREAM WHAT THE FUXK
username MY parents 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
username he's so husband coded ❤️‍🩹
username microwaving a spoon brb
charles_leclerc i love you so much it's unbelievable just how much
-> yourusername i adore you and every part of you
charles_leclerc my forever love ❤️ cannot wait to grow old with you
-> yourusername forever has never sounded so good ❤️
username gonna be thinking abt this for the rest of my life just so u know
username they're setting the standards so high i can't do it anymore what the fuck
username im so 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤
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charles_leclerc i honestly don't know what to say. you're my biggest dream, my wife and now that i'm saying it, it sounds so surreal. i have waiting been an entire lifetime to say these words and the fact that it's you in this lifetime (and all the others), is just amazing. i wish i had known you sooner, so that i wouldn't have to spend all those years looking for love in places where it couldn't possibly be. my love for you reached my past and before you came into my life, i missed you so bad. i hope that one day, when we're old and aged and have seen a thousand sunsets, you ask me if i love you and my answer will forevermore will be always, evermore, even after and still.
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username I CANNOT DO THIS RN
username everyone stfu im gonna cry
username english lang is so weird bc u say true love and it translates to y/n and charles
username nah the bar is too high atp im giving up
username SHE'S SO PRETTY MA GAWD
username the fact that they're now the leclerc-y/l/ns 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
lewishamilton so happy for you both 💐💒
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username "my love for you reached my past and before you came into my life, i missed you so bad" why am i crying.
username they're the blueprint for all love stories from now on btw
username I LOBE THEM SO MUVH WHAT GHE FUCK THEY'RE MU PARENTS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 😭 😭 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
usernames no bc the way all the photos are of random moments and this leads me to believe that charles just whips out his camera whenever y/n is just There and now im crying again
-> username he's just like us fr
-> username i too would play paparazzi for y/n is given the chance he's not the only one ://
carla.brocker coolest sister in law (best friend) 🫶🏼
-> yourusername carla i love you 😭
username still in disbelief they r married tbh
username i feel like we watched them grow up im so emotional 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
username she's so pretty i could sob
username why did u think that it was okay for u to post this.
username i am not okay
lorenzotl 🤍💐
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username SHE'S SO PRETTY
username charles won at life fr
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username caption called me single and lonely in 26836282727 languages 💔💔💔💔💔
username bro woke up and chose to destroy shakespeare with that caption 💀💀💀
landonorris loved the wedding 👍 i woke up in berlin
-> charles_leclerc the wedding was in monaco???
-> maxverstappen1 i know
-> danielricciardo we obviously had some ideas and now i have an ugly tattoo and there's a ring pop on my finger
-> landonorris max has one too
-> charles_leclerc YOU MARRIED MAX
-> danielricciardo NO
-> maxverstappen1 NO
-> yourusername this is hilarious
username i need to see more pictures from the wedding I NEED TO
username i love my wife (i am delusional)
yourusername i have already loved you for a thousand years ❤️
-> charles_leclerc here's to a thousand more ❤️
yourusername i love you so much like you're my person and i just love you so fucking much :/
-> charles_leclerc i love you so much more mon chéri
username they're so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
username IM SO AHJHSJSHDHDJSKDJD
username im gonna cry brb
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Summary: After 5 years together, having made it through thick and thin, it was finally time for the long awaited wedding between Y/N and Lando.
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"Why am I so nervous?" you asked Cisca and your mother, both of them helping you get the last things ready on your dress while simultaneously trying to calm you down.
"Darling, you're going to give yourself a panic attack if you don't stop stressing" Cisca said, your mother agreeing with her.
You sighed, staring at your reflection in the mirror while the 2 mothers worked around you.
Your wedding day has been something you have waited for your entire life. The day Lando proposed, you felt one step closer to living your dream. Seeing yourself in your wedding dress all glammed up made tears well up in your eyes, but you kept them at bay.
It was supposed to be a perfect day, after all. You were marrying the love of your life in front of all of your families.
A knock on your door made you look anxiously towards the closed doors, your nerves worse than ever. 
Adam, Lando's father, poked his head inside, his eyes landing on all three of you.
"Are you ready?" he asked, eyeing you up and smiling.
"I'm nervous" you admitted, making him chuckle and enter the room, closing the door behind him.
Due to the fact that your father had passed away when you were young, Adam decided to step up and be the one walking you down the aisle.
Something that brought tears to your mother's eyes when he had first suggested it.
"Trust me, you can't be more nervous than the groom himself. He's been stressing about ever since he woke up" Adam reassured you, hoping it would make you feel slightly better.
It did, in all honesty. It made you chuckle as well, already imagining Lando stressing over every single small thing that you could possibly think of. His shoes weren't right, his tie was crooked, his curls weren't on point, you name it.
He was a perfectionist at heart, especially on this day since he wanted everything to be perfect. You deserved a perfect wedding day.
"Honey" your mother took your hands and smiled. "You remind me of myself on my wedding day to your father. I was a nervous wreck the entire we were planning the wedding, but when I saw your father waiting for me at the alter, nothing else mattered in that moment. You and Lando love each other dearly and you're going to have an amazing life together. Go out there and get your boy, leave the nerves at the door"
You nodded and hugged her tightly, burying your face in her neck.
"I'm ready" you told Adam once you pulled away, taking his arm.
"Let's get you married"
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As the music started playing and the big oak doors opened, your eyes immediately landed on your soon-to-be husband waiting for you, Max and his brother by his side.
Adam and you slowly walked towards him, smiling at the guests all around you. 
Once you reached Lando, Adam took your hand and clasped it in his, smiling at you with tears in his eyes.
"Take care of him for us" he said, making everyone in the room swallow down a giggle.
"I will" you whispered back, squeezing his hands before turning towards Lando.
Your eyes were locked on each other, a silent conversation taking place. He looked dashingly handsome, his tux amazing on his fit physique.  You really hit the jackpot with him.
"Hello, everyone" the reverend began speaking. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage between these two exceptional young people, Y/N and Lando. I can see how excited the bride and the groom are, so I won't make this any longer than it should be. Y/N, Lando, have you prepared your vows?" you both nodded, and then the reverend motioned for you to go first.
You let out a deep breath, taking Lando's hands in yours.
"Way to make me break the ice, reverend" you joked, making everyone laugh including Lando. "Lando, you're my best friend, my partner in crime, my gaming buddy, the absolute love of my life, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. When we met all those years ago, I could only dream of reaching this day, the day that would make you officially mine forever. I'm grateful for everything that you do for me, for being who you are and for loving me despite my flaws. You always know what to say, you always know how to make me feel loved and appreciated. I'm proud of everything that you do, of how successful your career is and how much potential you're always showing. I love you, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days loving you and enjoying life by your side"
Everyone in the room was crying, your mothers holding onto each other as they silently cried in their tissues.
"Y/N, light of my life, I'm so proud of us for being here today. Ever since I laid my eyes on you when we first met, I knew you would be the woman that I would marry. You bring a light and stability in my life that I've been lacking for as long as I can remember. I can be myself when I'm around you, I can escape the fame and pressure when it's just the two of us, just how I want it to be. You have been nothing short of supportive in my career, coming to my races and cheering me on, believing in me when I didn't believe in myself. I cannot thank you enough. I promise to always love you and care for you, keep you safe and show you just how grateful I am to have you in my life. I love you so damn much and I cannot wait for you to finally become a Norris"
You smiled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes and ruin your perfect makeup, but you didn't care in that moment. The only thing you cared about was Lando.
"Do you have the rings?" the reverend asked, and Max quickly got the velvet box out of his pocked and gave it to Lando.
He took out the rings, giving you his while he took yours.
"Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Lando Norris to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do" you almost yelled out, making everyone chuckle due to how eager you were.
"Lando, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do" Lando smiled.
You both put your rings on each other's fingers, smiling like two idiots in love while waiting for the part of the ceremony that you had been looking forward to.
"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. Lando, you may kiss your bride" the reverend hadn't even finished what he was saying before Lando wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you.
Everyone cheered for you, clapping and whistling for the two newlyweds.
As you pulled away, you didn't acknowledge anything around you except for Lando, your husband.
Finally, your husband.
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harryyskiwii · 9 months
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Summary: You and Harry attend a wedding together and he ends up getting very drunk.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Harry x Reader
Word count: 1,727
A/N: this was inspired by the photos we got today of Harry looking 👌🏼 at his cousins wedding. Hope you enjoy!
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“Do these shoes make my legs look too long? Like scarily long?” You said walking into the bathroom where Harry was standing in front of the mirror after just having had a shower while he was in nothing but a towel and fixing his hair.
His eyes darted from his head to your legs in the corner of the mirror and he smirked “absolutely not. I love your legs” he said coming over and kissing you as you ran your hand through his wet hair.
“I’m just not sure on the dress, what do you think?” You said flattening the front of the sage green silk dress out with your hands.
“You’d look better without it but for today, it’s perfect. You look stunning babe” he says smiling at you. You thanked him and went back through to your bedroom to do the finishing touches to your makeup while Harry got ready.
It was his cousin, Ben Selley’s wedding today and he had managed to get the day off so he could attend. You were looking forward to meeting more of Harry’s extended family; you had only met Anne & her partner and Gemma and her partner Michal since you and Harry had only been dating for 9 months, so you were excited to meet everyone.
10 minutes later, Harry walked into the bedroom and your jaw dropped.
“Stop. Wait. This isn’t right. You’re going to a wedding and you’re NOT wearing cream? Are you feeling okay babe?” You said jokingly putting your hand against his forehead to check his temperature. Harry always had a thing about wearing cream to a wedding, not white as he would make clear, but cream. It was odd to see him not in this colour for once.
He chuckled at your response to his outfit “thought I’d go for something more casual today” he said, showing off his fitted black suit and casual white tank top with his orange tinted glasses with thick black frame to complete the look.
“I certainly approve of it Mr Styles” you said admiring his outfit.
It was a short drive to the church where you saw lots of guests enter the building slowly. Harry’s mum said to meet outside and you could all sit together, and you immediately felt at ease when you seen her walking towards you.
“Don’t the pair of you scrub up well!” She said bringing you in for a kiss on the cheek to greet you.
You chuckled “thanks Anne, you look lovely” you told her, although Anne always looked flawless whether she was wearing a hoodie or a dress, you think that’s where Harry gets it from.
You said hello to Gemma and Michal and entered the church.
You were slightly nervous now at meeting everyone, although excited at the same time to see his cousin getting married.
The 6 of you took a seat in an aisle and immediately Harry got chatting to the people sitting in front.
“This is my girlfriend y/n, y/n these are my other cousins, Ryan and Hayley” he said introducing you to them.
“Hi lovely to meet you” you said and smiled at them. “Nice to meet you, we’ve heard lots about you. H doesn’t stop banging on about you when he’s home” Ryan teased.
“I mean wouldn’t you, look at her. She’s a stunner” Harry said and you blushed. Gemma leaned into you and whispered “you can tell who’s the more sociable one out of me and Harry can’t you” you laughed at her. Harry could have a conversation with a brick wall if he had to.
You chatted with Gemma and Anne a little until it was time for the ceremony. The bride looked absolutely beautiful, her flower girls were adorable and her bridesmaids looked amazing. You couldn’t wait until this was you one day.
“I now pronounce you, husband and wife” the celebrant said to officiate their marriage. You all clapped and Harry leaned in towards you “that’ll be us one day babe” you smiled at the thought and continued to clap for the happy couple.
Walking out of the church and waiting for the bride and groom to get their photos taken, you and Harry mingled with the other guests.
He introduced you to a few more of his family members, all of which made you feel very welcome. Harry was asked if he wouldn’t mind being in some photos for a couple of people who weren’t in the family, friends of the bride and groom more so who didn’t know him, and because he was in his happy place, surrounded by family, he was more than happy to oblige.
“Let me get one of you two!” Anne said as she took your phone out of your hand.
“Harry stand with y/n will you” she shouted to him as he was distracted by talking to someone else. He looked over and joined you at your side, wrapping his arm around your back and his hand falling onto your waist.
“Smile!” Anne said before taking the photo. She captured a few and admired them “you two are just the loveliest couple” she said handing you the phone back. You looked at it and smiled, Harry had a slight smile on his face in the picture but he looked genuinely happy.
“That’s my new lock screen I think” you told him as you walked together towards the reception area.
Luckily at the reception, you were sat at a table with Anne, Darren, Gemma and Michal again, with another 2 of the bride’s extended family. After the meal, Harry insisted on getting shots for the table. Whenever he was at a wedding, it was a tradition he started to always get a shot of tequila after the meal. It served no purpose other than getting him more drunk, more easily. He’d only had 3 pints at this stage but you could tell he was becoming tipsy as he was becoming more and more affectionate, sliding his hand up your thigh with you pushing it away as you’re sure another wedding guest saw him do it.
The bride and groom had their first dance before inviting everyone else up to the dance floor. You and Harry remained sitting at a table, now with some of his aunts and uncles talking about life, when suddenly you both heard the all too familiar main riff of “Man, I feel like a woman” playing to which you and Harry looked at each other.
“We can’t not” he said as he stood up, grabbing your hand to pull you up. “You gotta dance to Shania” he said and at this point in the night, you’d had a few wines and a few shots so you were feeling more than ready for a dance with your boyfriend now.
You chuckled as he led you up to the dance floor, him dad dancing as he made his way up.
“The best thing about being a woman, is the prerogative to have a little fun” you and Harry screamed out over the top of the music as you danced away together, him showing off some rather questionable moves but all in all, you were both having an amazing time.
You danced the whole night after that, with Harry buying everyone another tequila shot, and another and another.
It was 1am when you decided to call it a night, not only because you were done in, but because Harry’s bank account was being rinsed with the £1,200 he’d spent on shots alone that night for the whole wedding.
Luckily, you had booked a room in the hotel where the bride and groom had the reception party so it just meant having to help a very drunk Harry up the 3 flights of stairs. You knew he should have stopped after his 10th pint and 3rd tequila shot but 3 more pints and 4 shots later, Harry’s legs were failing to carry him up the stairs.
You were drunk yourself, giggling quietly as you helped to drag him up the stairs.
“Y/n” Harry would slur as he slowly made his way up the stairs. “Shhh” you would say as you passed the rooms of other guests who were probably sound asleep and didn’t want to be woken up by some 29 year old drunk man.
“Y/n, wwhen can we have a wedding?” He slurred. “Let’s get you in and we can talk about it” you said still trying to get him to the correct room.
“Y/n” he dragged out your name as he giggled “what?” You laughed back, you were almost in as much of a drunken state as he was.
“I love you baby. I love you so much”
“I love you too. But I’d love you even more if you were in the room so move your ass” you said slapping his bum which seemed to sober him up for a brief second and gain some speed as he made his way up the stairs.
After what seemed like forever, you two made it into the hotel room and collapsed on the bed. Harry had taken his suit jacket off at this point and was now lying in just his trousers and tank top with his hands above his head. God did he look good drunk.
You felt the side of your dress being pulled “Take this off” you heard Harry say to you.
“You take it off” you said to him. “Y/n, if I could I would. Please just take it off and-“ he trailed off mid sentence and you looked over to see him falling asleep on the bed.
You laughed at his drunken state and decided to call it a night. Taking your own dress off, you removed your makeup and went back through to see Harry in the same position you had left him.
You pulled out a bottle of water and sat it on his side of the bed because you were sure he would need it when he woke up in the morning. You took off his trousers and left him in his boxers and put the cover over him so he wasn’t too cold. You got in beside him and laid your leg over his thigh and rested your hand on his chest, feeling comforted as you felt his chest slowly rise and fall.
As you lay there, you reflected on the day and how comfortable his whole family made you feel. You couldn’t wait to become a real part of the Styles family.
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riediaries · 2 months
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your friend's getting married and you were invited. the there of you, actually. you, satoru, and your daughter.
when you met her and her soon-to-be husband, all they could do was to coo and entertain your daughter. because of their excitement, they decided that your daughter will be one of the flower girls.
"babe, don't feed her too much, she might end up sleeping later." you tap his arm as he feds her milk from the bottle.
while waiting for the event to start, you are outside of the church, sitting on one of the benches. satoru's busy catering every whims and wants of your daughter while you constantly check the belongings on the side.
milk, check. extra clothes for the baby, check, wipes, check, etc.
just a moment ago, they dressed up your daughter in a cute baby blue dress that matched her eyes. all eyes were on her, definitely standing out from rest of the guests. and embarrassing to say, she also outshines the bride and groom.
but you can't blame your child having satoru gojo as her father. satoru's full name is actually satoru 'outshines everyone' gojo.
he's famous. start it from the sorcerer world and even in the normal world, where people can't see or detect any curses. he has an amazing record of countless requests, marriage included as a leader of the clan, as a special grade, and a jujutsu technical college teacher.
so, it's not that your daughter who takes upon the known man will be able to make her way out from the crowded heart eyes of normal people.
she got it from her daddy.
"she's hungry, sweetheart."
"yes, i know. but just for you information, she'll be walking to the aisle as a flower girl later.."
satoru kisses you sweetly on your cheek. "yes, yes. i know, mommy. i'll take care of it if she ends up falling asleep, mhm?"
"take care of it, my ass."
satoru just laughs it off. "i promise."
and yes. he took care of it, safely to say, but... you didn't expect your husband to be the one walking in the aisle instead of your daughter as the flower girl.
your sweet daughter in blue is sleeping while she was being carried by her father using an arm. her face was buried on her father's neck and her arms also snaked around his neck.
his right arm supporting her bum while his right hand's holding the basket of flower. the other free hand was picking a pinch of flower petals from the basket and throwing it onto the sides.
this scene alone beat the supposed sweet moment of the groom and the bride and captured the warm hearts of everyone present in the hall.
"aww.. what a cute father and daughter."
"he's handsome.."
"she's so cute. she's drooling cutely!"
"what a handsome father."
"i know, right?!"
you mentally slapped the back of your head for having a crazy husband like him.
you carefully turn your head to look at the reactions of the people of the day. you sigh in relief when they where laughing and murmuring something that them only hears.
fortunately, your friend looks at you and gave you a thumbs up. she then mouths that they were cute.
chuckling at your friend's comment, you turn your attention back to your little family walking on the red carpet.
as he was about to pass your line, he then took his time carefully to slow down his pace and give you a flying kiss in which you slapped away.
the guests, including the bride and groom, laughs at the scene unfolding before them.
"did you just see that?"
"that's hilarious, bro."
"what a funny family!"
"hahaha!"
after all that walking, he finally sat down beside me with a sigh. "see? i took care of it, babe."
"but you gathered lots of attention." you take out your handkerchief and wiped the sweat on the corner of his temple.
"is that jealousy i hear?" he grins teasingly and you pushed the handkerchief on his face a little harder.
"o-ouch.. i was just kidding." he chuckles quitely.
your little back and fort moment was interrupted by your daughter waking up from her sleep.
"m-mhm.." she raises her head from his neck as she yawn cutely.
"mommy.." she starts to whine, making you immediately get her from satoru.
"yes, baby? mommy's here.." you pepper her just woke up state face with some soft kisses.
she then glances around and her attention goes to her empty basket that's supposed to have lots of flower petals. thanks to your husband, it's now empty and gone.
she eyes her father and then the basket and her face scrunches up, building up her emotions inside as she cry.
you and satoru winces at the sounds of wailing inside the hall so you immediately rushes outside to calm your baby down, slightly panicking inside as you excuse yourself from the guests and the bride.
you can only sigh that you're daughter's crying isn't loud at the moment because satoru's busily shushes her in which she obeys slowly.
you mouth 'sorry' and she nods patiently, still continuing the moment of her once in a lifetime.
and that's how your family grabbed, once again, attention from guests on the event that you did not even host.
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saw this on tiktok and wrote about it. it was so cute. i was giggling while i was watching it.
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All eyes on us.
Summary: This wedding needs to happen, it's the only way you can protect the ones you love, the only problem is that you're in love with your husband-to-be and he would never love you back.
Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Stark!reader.
TW: Really not so many, talks of murder but very lightly, mentions of mysogyny, implications of mafia kind of stuff, death of parents, mention of future smut, curvy!reader, no mention of y/n and reader's nickname is Bells (context coming soon), kind of enemies to lovers but not really enemies, arranged marriage, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.
Part of the Yours to lose series.
Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.
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Everyone was waiting for her but she kept looking at herself in the mirror.
The wedding dress was beautiful, Pepper told her it was what Maria Stark –her mother- wore in her own wedding day and she loved it, the silk was too soft, hugging her curves with an ethereal touch and it had a subtle scent that she assumed belonged to the mother she couldn't remember.
Tony swore their mother loved her, their father too, the young bride couldn’t help but doubt it, they would not love her if they could see her now about to get married to a man who didn’t love her back, a man who humiliated her once for his pride, someone who probably only wanted what this arrangement could give him back.
How would she survive this marriage when it was impossible to leave the room and get to the Cathedral?
A knock in the door pulled her out of her mind, finding Natasha smiling at her in the reflection of the mirror.
“Are you ready, dear?” her friend knew the real answer but still gave her the chance to speak.
“I was about to go” she lied and the redhead gave her a knowing look “everyone it’s waiting, isn’t it?”
“You’re the bride, honey, they can wait” Natasha walked to her, looking like a goddess in her silver dress and put her arms around the bride’s body “you can say no, we can fight Russo’s father, hell, Billy would love having one more excuse to kill him.”
She was sure Billy would do it, not only for her but for his sister, for Madani and for himself but it wasn’t time yet, the alliances needed to be settled, Stark and Barnes had to fight alongside to kill Pierce and Carlo Russo. She made all that mess before getting her family back and nobody would take them from her, never again.
“It has to be done, Nat” she put the veil in her head and took the beautiful bouquet Becca left for her earlier “let’s go.”
Her friend must have seen something in her eyes that made her nod.
“Alright, Bells. Let’s do this” her nickname, the one Yelena gave her when they met years ago, made her smile, who could ever thought that knocking someone out with Christmas bells will change her life?
Natasha guided her trough the corridors to the waiting room where Tony was talking in a hushed tone with Pepper, her sister-in-law radiant with her baby bump, reminding her why this alliance needed to happen.
“I’d be waiting outside, dear” Nat kissed her cheek and went to take her place with the other bridesmaids.
Tony was staring at her, pale like a ghost, whispering his sister's name. It wasn’t the first time in the last months Bells was told how much alike she was with his mother, their mother but this time Tony didn’t say anything, just looked at her eyes to find determination that matched his concern.
“Everything it’s beautiful, Peps, thank you” the bride said and the ginger smiled with a hint of sadness barely visible.
“It’s the least I could do for you, topolina. You deserve beautiful things” she never had a mother, not that she could remember, but with Pepper there she could feel like she did.
Pepper gave her husband a gentle squeeze in the arm and went to join the rest of the guest.
“I have Frank ready to go, say the word and we leave” his first words almost made her chuckle, he spent the last fifteen days planning ways to get her out of this but Bells always refused, a small and stupid part of her happy because she would marry the man she loved.
“I want to do this, Tony, for all of us” that part it was true, this marriage was the only way she could protect him and Pepper and the baby, Billy and Dinah, Frank and Maria and the kids, the family she dreamed about since she was a kid and that she finally had. It also would save her from Carlo Russo’s greedy hands.
Bells knew one or two things about the mob, mostly from movies and for that she was sure the respect from his brother to her choices were more part of his good soul, she heard some stories from Maria that made her want to kill Carlo Russo even more.
True to the man she met not too long ago Tony didn’t fight her, instead he straightened his bow tie and extended an arm out for her to take it.
“Then allow me to walk you down the aisle, signorina, it will be my honour” the charm went back to his eyes and Bells could breathe, if she could count on them, she could do anything.
The music started playing when the wedding planner gave the signal and every one of her friends smiled at her or blew kisses at her before marching down the aisle. From where she was she could see Maria walk with confidence, not sparing a glance to her father who unfortunately was sited next to her brother Billy and Dinah.
Natasha was the last one, looking at her with reassurance one last time before following the others, then it was their turn.
“I love you, topolina”
“Love you too, Tony”
The crowd of guest was an unfocused picture, she only had eyes for the man waiting for her at the altar, wearing a black tux with a new haircut, his long chestnut locks were gone, sending a silly wave of sorrow through her veins.
She loved his hair, in an embarrassing impulse she remembered pulling his long hair to get him to kiss her again when-
Bells stopped herself.
It was dangerous to think about those times, they were gone the minute he saw her as one of his properties and decided to punish her for something she never did.
Bucky’s eyes never left her the whole way to him, drinking her like he was dying of thirst. Steve must have noticed too because he gave him a subtle bump to get him to blink and stop looking like he would commit sacrilege in the middle of the church.
The beautiful glass windows projected a million colors around her when Tony lifted the veil and with a barely visible hesitance put her hand in Bucky’s.
“I’m confident you will protect her with your life, Barnes” was all he said, dead serious when Bucky gave him a solemn nod and her brother kissed her forehead.
With her eyes watching her step, Bells avoided looking at him until it was impossible to keep going.
A soft smile, one she thought she lost forever, resurfaced when their eyes locked and the bride could read what he was thinking.
She was his, always was and always would be and he would never let her go.
I'd do bad things with you >>>
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Hiya! I'm super happy to post this story even if I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest I'm not fluent in italian, so here's the translation of the pet names I used:
-topolina: Little mouse.
-signorina: Miss.
If I made a mistake with that, feel free to correct me and tell me what you think! What do you think it will happen?
Love, Lily.
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